Camping

I really really really wanan go camping lately for some reason.

Hark? What's that you say? It's fucking freezing still? Yes, yes it is. I'm thinking in like July or something. Now, as much fun as it would be, I'm not talking about bear sex-pot camping. The "Let's go down in the ravine and saw eachother's logs" kinda camping.. as much fun as that would be I'm more into the hiking all day, swimmin' in the afternoon, readin' a book and retiring in front of a fire to attempt to cover Dave Mathew's and Barenaked Ladies songs.

Or maybe this is just my yearning for good weather talking..

lonesome

GODDAMIT I WISH I WERE DRUNK RIGHT NOW!

Seriously, I've been couped up all week at home. Of course as fate would have it, I'm actually feeling better on the weekend. Thanks fate, remind me not to pay you back that $20 I owe you, ok?

No doubt the crew is chillin' at Xanadu or shroomin' at Renzo's or something. Where am I? AT HOME. ALONE. WATCHING MURDER SHE WROTE.

Where's life's fire-escape?

In other news, I called Gareth today. He's basically like my childhood bestest friend. He was drunk off his face when I got him.. at 2pm to boot. He must hit the sauce like Apollo 14 in the pacific. We chatted briefly about old times.. he figured we didn't care 'bout him enough to want to see him back. We thought the opposite, that is he didn't care for us. So, no doubt we'll get the mofo down in Hamilstone.. mostly so I can come out to him. Well, that's my agenda. Basically everyone knows I'm a big nelly faggot, so I think it'll go over well. We're better friends than that.